"Beauty is just kind of an accident. Beauty is just a happenstance. Beauty is the remainders of being a painter."
"The memory that I do have (although I’ve thought about it so much that I’m not sure what I’m projecting and what was the memory itself) is that I remember sitting on steps and having on something like a nightgown. This nightgown was made of a raw linen that was quite stiff, and it folded in ways that had almost mountainous landscapes to it- a kind of erect landscape that made all kinds of indentations and crevices, little hilltops and so on...That’s a memory that has vagueness in it, but I’ve dipped into it a lot."
- Ursula von Rydingsvard